Gordon Brown is not a man cut out for leisure. His only hobby is biting his nails. If he takes up golf, the caddy will need a steel helmet. But he is loved. After he stomachs Labour's search for his successor, his wife Sarah and their little sons will cheer him all the way home.

Gordon Brown is not a man cut out for leisure. His only hobby is biting his nails. If he takes up golf, the caddy will need a steel helmet. But he is loved. After he stomachs Labour's search for his successor, his wife Sarah and their little sons will cheer him all the way home.

David Cameron and Nick Clegg looked more Jedward than anything as they photo-opped at 10 Downing Street's front door. What razzle dazzle, that UK election. Compared to the rest of Europe's election coverage, the British media got itself in a right frenzy about Lib-Con and suspected Lib-Lab horse-trading. Almost with a certain disdain, as if it really weren't the British way.

The impatience of the rolling news channels was palpable. Sitting in their festival-style porta-studios in Parliament Square, the anchors kept going back to reporters outside various party HQs, who then had to come up with 100 different ways of saying "sorry, no news yet".

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